Marty’s Burnt Easter Ham
The Setting… I get a call at like 3 am one morning from Marty. I’m at Heather’s house and I see it is Marty calling and I immediately turn to Heather and tell her, “Marty is going to cook my ham.”
Heather: “You didn’t even answer the phone.”
Andy: “I didn’t need to; I know what he’s going to say already. There’s a juicy new ham in the fridge and nothing else in the house, Marty needs to eat. The ham lead a good life, it’s dead now.
I listen to the voicemail and Marty says: “Andy, we *need* to cook this ham. It is going to get moldy if we don’t. Call me back and tell me how to cook it, quick!”
I didn’t even have to call back, that ham was getting cooked whether I liked it or not.
12 hours later after he passed out and left the ham in the oven at 450, Spencer took a quick snapshot and here’s the result:
